What toothache tonight, Angelina, what lovesicknessBut rest assured that it has seized not just you.We are all betrayed, all woundedAll beaten up under sunglassesWaiting for the flutter of a pair of wings from on highHoping that a fine pair of wings may sprout behind

And it is self-evident that the tongue hits where it hurtsAnd it is a biscuit that is always undecided between tea and coffeeWe are all perplexed, all compressedLike anchovies inside barrelsBut sugar and salt are not the same by having some on chiliBut sugar and salt are not the same when you figure it out

If there is no way to have this world that turns be differentIf we have above our heads a bothersome fly that goes aroundIf fortune is an eclipse of the moon and now does not go roundAnd if life is an infinite wheel that often does not turn

If there is nothing else left to doWe will watch them flying, amazed

What toothache tonight, Angelina, what lovesicknessBut rest assured that we are seized worse than you.We are all winners, all losersAll alone among so many people.That is why we are ready for anything but good for nothingThat is why through having everything, there is nothing left